so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
Waiting, letting the words sink in because while it likely would have been a funny story had it not been a whole means of having sex, Astaroth might have thought it was funny too. But of course, there’d be less teeth in shoulders and circular bites lodged into thighs.
Anyway.
The blood flecks off with the fire, ashen now and blending into nothing more than looking like they’d stepped too close to the fire (which was true, in a way), and he remains just as close to Danta as they make it back to the Dusklight to be greeted by cheers and excitement — excitement and relief he doesn’t feel, but plasters one of those fake smiles on his face in lieu of it. Hiding it. Not even making his own request while Danta snags a bottle of whine and requests hot water.
Instead, he’s stuck to Danta’s side as they walk back up toward his room, and when he’s sure that nobody else can overhear them, he heaves an equally weary sigh to the movement the Maverick has. “It would have been if she didn’t want to have sex.” He says with a far too casual shrug, eyes focused ahead at the door he’d left swung partially open, the bag and burnt mark in the floor still exactly where they’d left them.
Anyway.
The blood flecks off with the fire, ashen now and blending into nothing more than looking like they’d stepped too close to the fire (which was true, in a way), and he remains just as close to Danta as they make it back to the Dusklight to be greeted by cheers and excitement — excitement and relief he doesn’t feel, but plasters one of those fake smiles on his face in lieu of it. Hiding it. Not even making his own request while Danta snags a bottle of whine and requests hot water.
Instead, he’s stuck to Danta’s side as they walk back up toward his room, and when he’s sure that nobody else can overhear them, he heaves an equally weary sigh to the movement the Maverick has. “It would have been if she didn’t want to have sex.” He says with a far too casual shrug, eyes focused ahead at the door he’d left swung partially open, the bag and burnt mark in the floor still exactly where they’d left them.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
